❝I WOULD TRAVEL TO
ANOTHER TIMELINE
JUST TO SEE YOU SMILE. ❞
between stolen glances with a
certain redhead, detentions,
snarky slytherins, and strange
occurrences, priscilla roberts
is in for a crazy first year at Hogwarts.
[fred weasley x fem...
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♫ somebody that i used to know
- gotya & kimbra
"But you didn't have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing..."
Content Warning at the end of the chapter.
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How do you heal from your first heartbreak?
It's not like there's a rule book or anything. There is no pre-determined way to process it all, but there are some universal experiences:
Everything reminds you of the person you lost. For Priscilla, it was every flower. Every Zonko's product. Sugary sweets. Candles in the halls at night. Her potions textbook, riddled with notes at the top of the page from another time in his writing. Every hallway at Hogwarts reminded her of a past scheme with Fred at her side. Sneaking out at night was impossible without him. Even breakfasts at the Great Hall, Priscilla's favourite part of her day, reminded her of Fred.
For Fred, it was laughter. He missed Priscilla's laugh, especially if it was from his jokes. Hogwarts seemed so much quieter after he lost her. He missed that look she would give him when she was onto his mischief. He missed watching her give Vader those scratches at the back of his ear he loved so much. He longed to show her his new inventions, get her feedback and hear her ideas. The library felt weird if he wasn't in there tutoring her in potions. He missed her long blonde hair, her blue eyes and smudged eyeliner, and how much she cared for her friends. He missed her dancing and rocking out to the radio he gave her. Above all else, he missed how strong Priscilla was. It never occurred to him that he needed her to feel strong as well.
Without her, things didn't make sense.
Another universal experience is longing. Realizing that when you think of a joke the other person would love, but you can't share it anymore. Waking up in the morning and realizing you can't hold their hand on the way to class. No hugs after a long day. No kisses or embraces. After a long day, you can't go to that person any more as you used to for comfort. You have to completely readapt to the loss of their physical presence in your life.
Fred fucked up, and he knew that. He had meant what he said to Lee that day; every time he closed his eyes, Priscilla was passed out on the floor. She would get a terrified look in her eyes every time before they closed. He could still feel the ripples that radiated off of her from his head to his toes at night. If he could go back and change anything, he would change how Priscilla found out about all of this. Maybe he wouldn't have lost her.
